Do you ever have the feeling when you wake up that it's going to be a good day? That's how I felt this morning. I left the house without being rushed, and I as I stood on the Damen el platform, sipping my coffee, watching the snow fall thick and fast all around me. It was so pretty I almost felt like crying.
I'm reading this children's book (well I suppose It's probably in the 'young adult' category) called "The Saturdays" by Elizabeth Enright. It's about four kids who live with thier writer father in New York City, and it was written in the 1940's. Every Saturday, they pool their allowance (for a total of $1.50) so one of them can have an adventure in the city. And they do things like go to art museums and plays. I love books like this - not only because I love the time and place, but the kids in this book are the type that I'd want if I wanted to have kids - intelligent, cultured children, sort of like the characters in the Lemony Snickett books. Kids who'd say "Mummy, your dress is so pretty! Will you please, please take us to the library?"
Um..haha, okay this isn't what I meant to blog about at all, so let me get on to the matter at hand... The Bitter Tears Show.
Last night was one of those nights where everyone who originally agreed to come out with me cancelled for some reason or another. I was to see my good friend Foster (a.k.a Drunkenpaw) play with his band The Bitter Tears at the Double Door. Well, I decided to go out, friends or not. I ended up having a really good time. The Bitter Tears definitely do not take themselves too seriously, and that is a good thing. I mean, how can you when you are wearing a plastic Santa suit? The way I see it, if you're gonna put on a show, you might as well wear whatever the hell you want to, and if that means plastic costumes and sparkly thrift store items, then allright. Here are some pics:
I got a chance to chat with Foster for a little while before the show. He seemed really happy that I came. But he's always been supportive of me and my projects, so I was glad to come out and do the same for him. Foster drums like a fucking maniac! It's awesome. At one point he hit his cymbal so hard that it almost fell off the platform, and one of the other guys had to catch it. The songs were catchy and silly, with a lot of folk and rockabilly/bluegrass influences. People were dancing and really getting into it. I was really glad I came out on that cold dark night. Good things happen when you go out late.
I'm reading this children's book (well I suppose It's probably in the 'young adult' category) called "The Saturdays" by Elizabeth Enright. It's about four kids who live with thier writer father in New York City, and it was written in the 1940's. Every Saturday, they pool their allowance (for a total of $1.50) so one of them can have an adventure in the city. And they do things like go to art museums and plays. I love books like this - not only because I love the time and place, but the kids in this book are the type that I'd want if I wanted to have kids - intelligent, cultured children, sort of like the characters in the Lemony Snickett books. Kids who'd say "Mummy, your dress is so pretty! Will you please, please take us to the library?"
Um..haha, okay this isn't what I meant to blog about at all, so let me get on to the matter at hand... The Bitter Tears Show.
Last night was one of those nights where everyone who originally agreed to come out with me cancelled for some reason or another. I was to see my good friend Foster (a.k.a Drunkenpaw) play with his band The Bitter Tears at the Double Door. Well, I decided to go out, friends or not. I ended up having a really good time. The Bitter Tears definitely do not take themselves too seriously, and that is a good thing. I mean, how can you when you are wearing a plastic Santa suit? The way I see it, if you're gonna put on a show, you might as well wear whatever the hell you want to, and if that means plastic costumes and sparkly thrift store items, then allright. Here are some pics:
I got a chance to chat with Foster for a little while before the show. He seemed really happy that I came. But he's always been supportive of me and my projects, so I was glad to come out and do the same for him. Foster drums like a fucking maniac! It's awesome. At one point he hit his cymbal so hard that it almost fell off the platform, and one of the other guys had to catch it. The songs were catchy and silly, with a lot of folk and rockabilly/bluegrass influences. People were dancing and really getting into it. I was really glad I came out on that cold dark night. Good things happen when you go out late.
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make sure that you keep an eye out online for the date of the portland zine symposium! i am helping to organize this year, so if you wanted to possibly teach a workshop i could certainly put in a good word.